​​I like to blab. I mean blog.

Here I find myself. 38 weeks pregnant with baby number 2 and feeling kinda-sorta sentimental about the whole thing. I mean sure, I whined and groaned about being pregnant for the last 8.5 months but honestly (if you want to know the truth), I've become kind of attached to this large, audacious bump growing straight out of my mid-section. The tiny kicks that started out as flutters and have grown into full on earthquakes - so strong they'll shake a gal right out of REM sleep. The little bump that started out as, "oh look at her cute food baby" to, "wow, sure you don't have twins in there?". The heartburn that wasn't SO BAD because... little man has hair?! Wow! Cute. To downing a bottle of Tums to keep from dying in my sleep (I'm exaggerating, don't call 911). From the semi-frequent potty breaks to needing a porta-potty attached to my car, it's all been fun. And not so fun. But what I kindly remind myself is that I am literally GROWING a human being. I guess overall I can't complain. God decided to bless US with one of his perfect angels. ONE OF GODS ANGELS. Imagine the responsibility here folks?! To take something so perfect, so innocent, and feed him, bathe him, show him how to do life, how to talk, eat, make friends, poop in the toilet, be nice, right vs. wrong, finding the right method of discipline. It. Is. Crazy. Pregnancy is just a taste-test of the ringer these littles are going to put us through as parents - and we are so, insanely blessed.

I am ready and excited to welcome our little bundle of love, poop, and sunshine into our family and can't wait to see what his little personality will be like. What will he look like? Daddy and big brother? Or will he have dark hair and eyes like mommy? Will he be outrageously outgoing and un-tamable like the rest of us? Or will he be quiet and reserved? Only time will tell, and not very much time at that.

As I near closer to my C-section. Don't worry I know ALL about natural birth and tried that VERY unsuccessfully last time (cough, cough, 33 hours of labor and 3 hours of pushing later)... And to think, 3 used to be my lucky number. Well I guess it still is - gave me my precious little boy, Miles. But I digress. Anyway, as I near closer to my surgery, I am focused on soaking up every last second with my almost 3 year old. Cuddles, kisses, books, play-time, and love (at least as much as a threenager will allow). And also focused on getting in a few more movies and unhealthy but oh-so-delicious dinners with my handsome and very patient hubby.

Until next time,
xo

Prayer Afterthoughts...

Dear Lord Jesus, I pray today for a healthy baby boy. I ask that you give him unconditional love as he transitions from your world into ours. I pray that he feels secure and safe and is delivered to me as soon as possible so I can comfort and love him. I ask you Lord to fill me with strength and courage as I go into labor (or surgery), whatever happens first. That I grow close to you and surrender any fear as I know you will protect and keep me safe. I pray for an uneventful birth with no complications and a fast recovery. Lord, I also pray for patience as I learn how to be a mommy of two and re-learn how to be a mommy of a newborn. That you help me find my way and fill my husband with patience and guidance for our family during this transition. I am so GRATEFUL to you Lord for believing in us and giving us your sweet angel to protect and have as our own here on Earth. We are so thankful for each and every blessing you generously provide. We love you Lord!